There’s a line I like, partly because I wrote it: a writer looks as if he’s always on vacation but never is. He can live on a bucolic farm in New Hampshire or travel like a vagabond, and dress accordingly, but his mind never rests. From the moment a story comes to visit, its characters become the writer’s constant companions, demanding and demonic — and way more entertaining than their real life prototypes — but they don’t always let a guy sleep.

I’ve been afflicted all my life by storytelling; there’s no known cure. Failure doesn’t help, bad reviews only inspire a person to try harder. From the first script I wrote to the one antagonizing me now, the addiction has only grown acuter.

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